Who Can I

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[singing] oww oww yea yea yeah Ybt entertainment Equator Production Keep It Pushing Doin It Big I'm Lan the Don Dada Born, 1987. With my grandmother, my mama up and left me. Thought he was my daddy, then soon Daddy wasn't. Broke my little heart, all I could do was cuss him. Then back with my mama by the time I turned nine. Worse than when she left, somehow she whooped me all the time. I turned to the streets, I was looking for some love. That ain't do nothing but turn me into a thug. Yeah, it was hard times, I started smoking joes. Mama found out, she could smell 'em through my clothes. Stealing out the stores, did it like a game. Did it with no shame, that's how I made my name. Chilling with dudes that was older than me. One told me get some money and he fronted me some weed. I learned how to grind, I started to shine. Stealing things was easy, got caught and started doing time. I'm like, who can I run to when I need help? Why do it feel like I'm all by myself? My back's against the wall, things 'bout to fall. I know a lot of numbers, no one answering my calls. I'm like, who can I, who can I? Who can I run to when I need help? Why do it feel like I'm all by myself? When my back's against the wall, things 'bout to fall. I know a lot of numbers, no one answering my calls. I'm like, who can I, who can I? Imagine being young and not knowing how to feel. Stuck inside a building that you would be in for years. Don't wanna drop them triggers, you refuse to show fear. Everything was all muddy, then it all became clear. Seventeen years old, I was in the parish jail. And ask anybody, I was there causing hell. Then I got shipped way upstate. A whole different ballgame, whole different pace. Con vending, watching every time I made a move. A real hot head, it was hard to keep me cool. I remember getting stabbed eighteen times. I prayed to the Creator for not letting me die. That's when I realized I was in the jungle. Knew I had to raw 'cause I refused to mumble. Went through all that and it's a goddamn shame. I hear from all them stab wounds but not this goddamn pain. I'm like, who can I run to when I need help? Why do it feel like I'm all by myself? My back's against the wall, things 'bout to fall. I know a lot of numbers, no one answering my calls. I'm like, who can I, who can I? Who can I run to when I need help? Why do it feel like I'm all by myself? When my back's against the wall, things 'bout to fall. I know a lot of numbers, no one answering my calls. I'm like, who can I, who can I?

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